I was sitting at my desk tonight after the kids went to bed kicking myself for not buying icecream when I went to the store on Saturday. Actually, I was kicking myself for not buying Brigham's Coffee Icecream. The other stuff isn't worthy of the name icecream.
I thought, briefly, about going to the store to get some but I'm exhausted and my legs are jello from a long run this afternoon.
And then I remembered what I keep around for cravings just like this.
My HUSBAND.
"Hmm." I thought. "It's been a long summer with the kids and he's probably tired too. I don't think he's going to be thrilled at the thought of going for icecream. I'll have to make it worth his while."
So I took it to twitter.
"Do you think that if I offer DH a BJ he'll run to the store to get me coffee ice-cream? Related: how many calories does a BJ burn?"
The overwhelming response (mostly male) was, "I'll go!"
The answer to the calorie question (mostly female) was inconclusive.
So I approached my husband.
"I'll go." he said. "You don't have to give me a BJ."
"Oh, that's okay." I told him. "You don't have to go."
We laughed. We hugged. I went back to my office. He went downstairs. AND HE DIDN'T LEAVE.
So after about 10 minutes I went downstairs and said, "Remember when I said I didn't really need coffee icecream? I lied."
He laughed. He left.
When he got back I scooped the icecream into a bowl and then remembered that I had bought caramel syrup last time I was at the store.
I poured it on.
It was good. No, it was great. No, it was heavenly. No, it was ORGASMIC.
Seriously.
I don't eat a lot of refined sugar so when that stuff hit my bloodstream, the sugar high was as close to ecstasy as I've gotten with my clothes on.
I didn't have long to enjoy it. I'd hardly licked the bowl clean when my husband appeared behind me.
"Remember when I said I'd go to the store and you didn't have to give me a BJ." he asked?
And then he laughed and said, "I LIED."
I laughed and licked the caramel syrup from my lips.
And I'll let you guess what happened next.
That's awesome.
I love it when we lie about those things.
Posted by: Lady Estrogen | August 25, 2011 at 09:02 AM
And they both lived happily ever after . . .
Posted by: Ada | August 25, 2011 at 09:09 AM
You had me at coffee ice cream! I happen to have some of that caramel sauce in the fridge, don't tell my husband.
Posted by: Coffee Lovin' Mom | August 25, 2011 at 09:12 AM
I'm glad you both got what you bargained for. That is, after all, what marriage is all about.
Posted by: KymleeIsAwesome | August 25, 2011 at 02:34 PM
Brigham's coffee ice cream is amazing, and combined with caramel sauce (or butterscotch) it almost is orgasmic. This is why I could never leave New England...because they don't have Brigham's :)
Posted by: Kate | August 26, 2011 at 05:51 AM
I freaking love you, Kit.
I need to try caramel sauce on coffee ice cream . . . speaking of the latter, I'm making my own this weekend. What kind is the only question.
Posted by: John | August 26, 2011 at 08:27 AM
caramel syrup and a BJ. I Love it!
Posted by: Srtjm | August 26, 2011 at 10:50 AM
You and your DH are so dang cute. ♥
Posted by: @Micrathene | August 26, 2011 at 12:51 PM